gwendolyn faith is not a crayon.
I work in advertising. I play in the kitchen.
I’m part tweenager. (Look at my iTunes playlist.)
I’m part Grandma. (Look at my oversize cardi collection.)
I’m part Romy or Michelle. (Look at the height of my hair.)
As a Christian, I'm learning how to glorify God in the everyday. To live into the status quo, like Jesus' own Manchurian candidate, and seep grace through its cracks.
I wish my life were a musical, but other than that, I’m pretty content.
(No surprise I also like to Yelp.)
Dear Divergent fans: You’re welcome.
I know what I’ll be grabbing {from the table of free magazines that come into the ad agency} this week.
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Mom mentioned she’d be game to paint another work of art for my apartment. (Remember the Cocoa and Hearts-inspired piece Mom created for my bedroom?) I submitted this abstract painting as inspiration!
Mom came to the Windy City for a quick visit over the weekend. Brunch at Frog N Snail. Shopping and window-shopping around Michigan Avenue. Tacos for dinner at a hole-in-the-wall near my apartment. Warm Bodies on Pay-Per-View at home. A tour of the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio in Oak Park. And schwarma and gyros for a late lunch before Mom headed home.
But I think I liked today’s breakfast best of all. When I was younger, my mom made breakfast for my dad, my brother and me almost every morning, something I’m sure I took for granted. This morning while I was still groggy, Mum prepared scrambled eggs with salsa, buttered bread, bacon and berries, all common on our breakfast table back home. A humble breakfast, perhaps, but a reminder that my mom’s still, always, my mom, even when I’m older and hundreds of miles away.
(We didn’t forget Dad on Father’s Day. Even got some tasty treats to send back for him!)
Bookmarking this whole list for vacation: http://bit.ly/12pD0xV
Yesterday out of the blue I had a somewhat major minor freak-out that I hasn’t updated my list of books to read in months. I like to mix fun, fresh reads with contemporary fiction and nonfiction, too—and luckily, WhoWhatWear’s list has all of the above, even if I’m not sold on everything that made the cut.
I’m always open to more recommendations. (You should see my GoogleDoc of books to read.) What are y’all reading this summer, friends?
To say I’m obsessed, even now, with Grey’s Anatomy is a bit of an understatement. I’m, like, one step away from tweeting things like Can I just jump in your face and live there? to the cast.
…Yes, someone actually sent that tweet to Ellen Pompeo. I would never do that.
I did, however, go totally fangirl when I realized Sandra Oh will be performing next summer in the Victory Garden Theater’s production of Death and the Maiden, a Chilean play about a woman who thinks she recognizes her husband’s doctor as the man who tormented her in a military detention center while her country was under vicious dictatorship. One of the more acclaimed plays of the past few decades, if I’m not mistaken. (Music minor, not theater.)
You’d better believe I’ll be getting a ticket to see it.
Something else that looks familiar! I hope to celebrate National Get Outdoors Day at a street fair with friends over the weekend. (I also hope to not celebrate National Doughnut Day by sampling all the Glazed & Infused goods available in the break room.)National Get Outdoors Day is TOMORROW! Whether you’re a sporty girl or a nature girl, we have just the activity for you!
Kale. Until now, I haven’t been a big fan.
Okay, I’m a big fan of Trader Joe’s Spinach & Kale Greek Yogurt Dip, mostly because I’m a big fan of dip. I could eat Trader Joe’s Spinach & Kale Greek Yogurt Dip with a spoon. Definition of fandom, as far as dips go.
But otherwise, I’ve never bought into the kale trend. I prefer spinach, either sauteed or nestled into other dishes, adding a punch of iron to, say, chicken enchiladas. And kale chips, beloved by everyone on the Interwebs ever, make me a little sad. Stop pretending to be chips, kale.
Stop pretending to be chips, kale, because you shine as a salad. As a Massaged Kale Caesar Salad, to be exact. A salad I’d happily inhale.
After seeing Steph rave about this recipe in her weekly menu recaps, I decided to at least give it a try. After all, massaging a bowl of leafy greens sounds somewhat therapeutic, right? Although kale’s normally tough, massaging breaks down the kale to make it easier to digest without stripping away the nutrients. Look at the difference a little rubbin’ makes!
I don’t do sides often, other than maybe throwing some Brussels sprouts in the oven to roast, but I think I’ll add Massaged Kale Caesar Salad into my rotation. I’d also like to try it topped with shrimp and served as a light main dish.
For the record, I bought dressing from the refrigerated section of the grocery store, where I could find something pre-made without weird ingredients chemicals. (I did make the tasty, tasty croutons.)
When my brother and I were little, my parents often took us to visit museums. Each time, Mom encouraged Tim and me to pick one or two favorite pieces that we could describe later, something I still try to do now. (Listening to a docent’s talk makes the process easier. Am I cheating?)
Today after work, Denise and I caught a tour of the Amalia Pica exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art, free to Illinois residents on Tuesdays.
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Epic. Here’s lookin’ at you, TLC.
